[To the wounded:]
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I have seen the self image they've forced you to reduce to shattered glass,
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with the only remaining value lying in its jagged edges.
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But the few who warrant waking for await their recognition.
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No fear of death but with fear of life, your weakness kills everyone.
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So live. Angels for everyone. For no lack of searching I can't seem to find one.
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Angels in everyone. What of all their promises? Can't seem to find much more than lies.
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Angels in anyone. A permanent solution to a temporary problem.
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Before I'd lay me down to rest, I'd throw away everything to live.
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Narrative Of Soul Against Soul
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| AFI |
